Have you got any particular system, or is it just a gift ?" "No"-- Ford shook his head--"nothing like that.

I just don't happen to be drunk." He eyed Jim sharply while he considered within himself.

"It looks to me," he began, after a moment, "as if our friend Dick had framed up a nice little plant.

One way and another I got wise to the whole thing; but for the life of me, I can't see what made him do it.
Lordy me! I never kicked him on any bunion!" He grinned, as memory flashed a brief, mental picture of Sunset and certain incidents which occurred there.

But memory never lets well enough alone, and one is lucky to escape without seeing a picture that leaves a sting; Ford's smile ended in a scowl.
"Jealousy, old man," Jim pronounced without hesitation.